Drew: Well, you must be REALLY shy then…
Me: Not so shy I can’t smother you with a pillow when you’re sleeping.
Drew: My life is going to be hell until Halloween, isn’t it?
Me: You mean the day that I am restored to my rightful throne as Queen of the Universe?
Drew: No, I mean the day that you dress like a whore and pretend it’s 1989. Oh wait, that’s every day.
Me: Don’t worry, babe, you’re on the guest list. Can you rub my feet now?